Of course it’s a democracy. In fact, the government will do everything for you – even vote.

Just ask the Hondurans!

We all know that a vowel followed by a consonant followed by another vowel is pronounced with the long vowel sound…!

Now we know. Now we know that the ‘democracy’ advocated by the Left has little to nothing to do with majority rules or even the representation of the people. In the Left’s world, ‘democracy’ means the rule of an elite and select few over their peons, peasants, and house slaves. It is not the rule of the people, Book, it is the rule of tyrants. A small, select, minority of tyrants.

GOOD CATCH – not even a chance of a pun that time.

Anyway, we all know a pubication is when the president invites a professor and cop over for a beer and announces to the press when it’s gonna happen.

Darn, Sadie…

Are you punning again???

I hope no one in the room can top that Dworkin encounter. Of course, my imagination runs wild thinking about what they (Mr. & Mrs.) bantered about other than the injustices of Tab A and Slot B

I am sure there’s a clever script writer who could give it a go and then submit it to AARP for pubication.

Sometimes in the 1990s—can’t remember the exact year—I went to our local leftist bookstore to hear Dworkin read from a novel she’d just written.

I went out of fascination. Dworkin was the first public person I had ever encountered who railed against nature itself. She considered intercourse to be rape even though nature had decreed it. I could imagine her standing at the throne of the Creator, sputtering and fuming about the injustice of Tab A and Slot B being the order of the universe.

There was a fairly good crowd there, maybe 60. Most were women—I was probably one of five men.

Dworkin stood at the lectern dressed in a T-shirt under work overalls. Very dykey/proletarian. As she began to read, I noticed something strange happen to her T-shirt. A tiny discoloration appeared near her collarbone. I was puzzling over it when a second discoloration, a slight darkening of the material, appeared around her sternum. The puzzle was solved when the discolorations were quickly joined by others: Dworkin was sweating profusely. I don’t know if it was stage fright, or existential nausea or the fact that there were men in the audience.

By the time she finished her reading, her sweat had turned the entire visible part of her T-shirt damp and dark.

I didn’t speak to her, having nothing to say to somebody so looney. But I did leave wondering if she later that night railed against nature for giving her sweat glands.

I don’t even want to think about her opinions on teeth and what she might have done with them to poor little Stoltenberg.

I try to read as much as I can about each and every individual group and rarely take someone at their spoken word, but it’ getting more and more difficult lately with layer upon layer of organization upon organization, blending into yet another entity.

Recently, a lot of us have been wondering…